Can I trust you, she asked...
Towering over me with only the flickering light of a candle illuminating her gourgeous angel features and associated expressions........the curves of her eyes, her cheeks, and soft lips, matched with a glowing of the skin on her naked body, matching that of her naked and vulnerable mind, which doesn't often enough allow such a question....
Sure as the sun will rise for every new day, I shall listen to you, hear your voice, and rise to meet your every need...Sure as the winds move across the ocean's surface, so shall I always move across our own distances in love...and always toward you... Sure as the sky turns gray, then blue...so shall my love weather all storms that come our way... Sure as the stars shine brightly in the clear night sky, so shall my heart shine brightly as it bares your name... and only your name...even now it whispers your name as it beats to give me life. Sure as the montain stands tall over the rivers and valleys below so shall I stand and watch over you...protecting you, never leaving your side...not ever again... Sure as the cleansing rains are sent to nourish all that depend on it, so shall I provide for and support you, who often, but not always depends on me. Sure as the tides ebb and flow with the changing energy of the moon, so shall my love remain flexible to your many moons and changing energy... Sure as our feet find eachother easch and every night, no matter the state thta we may have been in while falling asleep, shall i find you no matter where your ego may mistakenly tell you to run and hide...
...and as her tears rained down upon my chest last night, they carried with it a message from her soul to mine...a message of wanting to trust me, yet aknowledging the delicate process to arriving there. This is where I stand in the fire no matter the heat, ignoring my own ego and allowing my own vulnerability.
Can I trust you, she asked?
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